Dmitry’s foot slipped on a fallen wine bottle, sending him turnbling down the stairs.
Bang!
The dull sound echoed as blood gushed from his head.
streaming down his face.
“Get out of here! Stop ruining my mom and Uncle Fabio’s relationship!” Cyril screamed, tears Realizing it was his own son who had pushed him, Dmitry felt as though he’d fallen into an fly abyss. Gritting hás teeth through the pain, he struggled to stand, blood dripping horrifyingly from his wound. “Cyril, why did you push your father?!”
Hearing the commotion, Dalene rushed over, helping Daltry up “Dmitry, I’ll take you upstairs to bandage this.”
Before she could move, a server hurried over. “President Dalena, Mr. Tablo is nearly passed out drunk You should check on him!” Dalena frowned, besatation lickering across her face.
“P’ll go myself,” Ianirry said, clutching the railing as he forced filmsold to walk. “Go see Fabio, Cyril’s already with him. Don’t lose track.” His words made Dalena’s art tighten with uncase.
„Dimitry’s composure
iure no longer felt like tolerance lait rather indifference.
“Mom, hurry! Uncle Fabio is throwing up!”
Hearing Cyril’s call, Dalena finally tumed to leave, her voice laced with guilt. “Wait for me a few minutes. I’ll take care of Fabio first!”
As Dalena left, Dmitry silently ascended the stairs.
Knocking on Dalena’s mother’s door, he startled her with his bloody appearance.
“What happened? I’ll call an ambulance!”
“No need. My flight is soon.”
“Delay it! Why the rush to leave?”
“I have to go.”
Sighing deeply, Dalena’s mother handed him the documents and visa. “I know you’ve suffered all these years. I won’t stop you anymore. If you need anything else, let me know.”
“One more thing,” Dmitry said calmly. “Don’t tell Dalena or Cyril where I am. I don’t want to be disturbed.”
“Thank you, ma’am”
The clear sky reflected in Denitry’s eyes as he picked up his luggage outside the venue.
From today, the Brown Family would have nothing to do with him.
After a decade of storms, his life was finally his own again.
Looking back one last time, Dmitry said his final goodbye to his past self.
Then, without hesitation, he turned and walked toward his new beginning at the airport.
At the banquet table, Fabio leaned close to Cyril, whispering something. The moment Dalena arrived, Fabio dramatically collapsed to the ground.
“Mom, Uncle Fabio fainted! You need to take him to a room to rest!
Dalena struggled to help Fabio to a room and onto the bed.
Just as she was about to leave, Fabio opened his eyes, drunk but sly, hooking his arm around her neck.
“Dalena, why don’t we just stay here?
He pulled her closer and turned, pressing her onto the bed.
Dalena’s face flushed. “You You’re not drunk?
“How could I be, when you’re so irresistible tonight?”
Fabio gently loosened her dress, leaning in for a kiss. She stopped him with a hand on his chest. “Not tonight. Ditry is injured. I need to check on him.”
“If you let this chance slip, you may not get another one.”
Fabio’s persistence eventually broke through her hesitation. Dalena surrendered, giving herself to him.
Two hours later, the banquet had ended. Dalena searched the entire hotel but couldn’t find Dmitry.
Her mood soured as she hurried home.
After calling out several times, only the servants responded.
“Miss Brown, Mr. Dmitry hasn’t returned since this afternoon.”
“What?
Dalena’s irritation flared into anger.
would simply patch himself up and return home to cook and clean for her and Cyril. Staying out like
In the past, no matter how injured Dmitry was, he would this was unthinkable
“Find him immediately and tell him to stop sulking!”
She barloed the order before heading to her room.
But as soon as she entered, she noticed something was off–many of Dmitry’s belongings were gone.
Books, clothes, even their wedding photo–everything related to him had vanished.
Dmitry often threw out old items while cleaning, but this time, it felt like far too much.
A strange feeling crept into Dalena’s heart. Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on an envelope on the bedside table.
When she opened it, the bold title on the cover hit her like a thunderbolt.
“Divorce Agreement.”
Her face darkened as she flipped through the pages in disbelief.
Dmitry had voluntarily relinquished millions in assets, even giving up custody of their son.
And at the bottom of the last page was her name.
Only now did she remember that Dmitry had asked her to sign something a week ago.
At the time, she’d been chatting with Fabio and hadn’t paid attention to the document’s contents.
It turned out to be the divorce papers!
Clutching the papers, Dalena crumpled them into a ball and hurled them into the trash.
“Divorce? What Joke!”
she muttered, her voice trembling with disbelief.
For ten years, Dinitry had been the punching bag of the family, tirelessly serving her and Cyril without a word of complaint. And now, just because Fabio had reappeared, he dared to abandon her and their son, throwing away wealth and comfort? No, this had to be a bluff.
Dalena convinced herself that Dhultry was merely trying to scare her and would come crawling back soon enough.
had once drunk lidmuself hato a hospital for her, sacrificed his priile for her.
No one else in the world could love her as deeply as Diultry did!
ty to return
As if in a trance, Dalena lelt her room and collapsed onto the living room couch, waiting for Dmitry Hours passed, but there was no sign of line:
Finally, her phone rang. Her assistant’s anxious voice came through.
“President Dalena, we’ve searched every ho
